Wicked God - S01 E14

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Wicked God - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

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[10PM]

Skylar returned, looking different. She looked different whenever she got an haircut, but this was insane.

It was the lowest she got.

This wasn’t a bob that reached her shoulders or a damn wolf cut. It was a shorter cut which gave her the boyish vibe she wanted. Handsome and beautiful at the same time.

She got an extra tattoo too—on her left arm where El Crow shot her at that year. She drew a red apple tattoo to cover the wound scars.

As she got off her bike and sauntered into the house, Dreads made way for her. No one would want to cross.

“Heard she got invited to Marisa’s banquet.”

“THEE Marisa Cesar? How is that possible?”

“Marisa’s invite list is private as fuck. Royal bloods even compete to get invited yearly.”

“And of all people, Skylar?”

“Roselle and Rosita would be crashing out right now.”

“Roselle is going as a plus-one, so I heard.”

“Roselle is going too? They’re so lucky!”

“Wait…is our Team about to go global with this invite?”

“No matter how global we go, the stitchmouth is still Marisa’s son, and his team boss is still her ex-husband. They’re still at more advantage.”

Skylar made her journey her priority. She didn’t stop till she arrived at her suite and threw the door open.

She sat on her bed edge, opening her phone gallery.

Not one picture of her, but there were so many pictures of Marisa.

They filled her gallery from start to finish. She kept scrolling around, staring with high admiration.

Most of the pictures were from years and years ago when Skylar hadn’t been born. Pictures of Marisa Cesar inside the ring, fighting.

Pictures of Marisa Cesar collecting medals, belts, trophies.

Marisa collected thousands of them.

Marisa Cesar, the best and only fighter who beat more than five hundred men before her retirement.

She had no team in her own time. She fought alone and won alone for years before her retirement.

She wasn’t only strong, but too beautiful. The strongest female fighter in the world.

She was and is the standard. Kings, monarchs and sovereigns wanted her. Even Presidents and Billionaires wanted her, but she rejected them all.

Skylar has respected Marisa since she heard her story, and she made her a incomparable role model.

She had been hoping fervently to meet her. Who knew the opportunity would come this easily?

Now she can’t wait for the banquet D-Day to arrive.

She stood from the bed, and the cleaning woman entered, placing Skylar’s folded clothes in bed.

“They’re all cleanly washed and carefully ironed,” She said.

Skylar moved closer to her, but the woman shifted away.

Before Skylar could say anything, she left the room.

“She’s weird as hell, but who am I to complain when I’m weird too?” Skylar muttered, walking to her closed window.

It’s been quite these days. The stitchmouth hadn’t been bringing sluts to fuck by his window to intentionally disturb her.

A breath of fresh air.

She opened the window, and the sight she met made her heart glad.

El Crow is by his window too, and he looks like a freshly plucked ripe pepper with his body redness.

He’s still sweating blood, standing still by his window, pained.

It worked.

The opaque liquid worked.

Skylar’s mouth bent into a unhinged smile when their eyes met.

Of course he won’t die, but the pain is what he deserves.

Despite the pain clawing at his soul, El Crow’s stare stayed poisonous, clashing with her venomous stare.

Their eyes stabbed each other till they were mentally tearing each other’s souls apart.

Skylar’s chest began aching hard, and she quickly threw her window shut, grabbing the chest and groaning.

She can only use her extraordinary mysterious strength when he’s around, but at the same time, she gets heartache when he’s around her.

Well played, Aftermoor.

Well played.

This is absolute nonsense.

There has to be a way to use her strength even without him around.

Now that she thinks about it, going to Ayana won’t be important.

There should be a way for her to summon Inferno.

But for now, she’s going to prepare for Marisa’s birthday banquet.

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[Marisa Cesar’s Manor-Private Room]

The room looked like a record room with the frames hanging desperately to the walls, trophies sitting pretty on shelves, medals suspended from spirals, and belts on hangers.

The large room was fully full of Marisa’s achievements and pictures, so much that there’s no space to walk in. Even the floors were occupied.

The little space left in the middle is for a small couch and footstool.

Marisa sat on the couch, head hung on the headrest and lulling side to side as she stared drowsily as her achievements.

She’d frequently visit this room just to stare at her own pictures on the wall and her achievements on shelves and suspenders and hangers.

This was her peace room.

No alcohol. No wine. No smokes.

But there’s a plate of cookies on the floor which she picked from and took a bite, chewing modestly.

With her second hand, she pulled out a drawer below the footstool.

Inside the drawer, there’s a really small doll with long hair and fierce eyes—and tall legs.

For a while, Marisa watched the doll with intrigued, hooded eyes.

Then she got a small comb from that same drawer, brushing the doll’s long hair gently, slowly.

“I’m finally meeting my Tall Doll,” she whispered in a dark hush.

— — —

[Days Later – Dread House]

It was finally the banquet day.

The anticipation on everyone’s faces was glaring. Dreads looked anxious to see what Roselle would be wearing or which car would be taking her.

They stayed alert at the balcony, rooftop and driveway.

Rosita sat on the balcony edge, vaping silently.

When Roselle came out, she didn’t break their expectations.

Theme of the banquet; Dress To Kill. Color; Black.

Roselle wore a backless butterfly dress, carefully crafted for her.

It was long, covering her knees, but the butterfly design was the actual masterpiece, and her high breasts, thanks to push-up bra.

Hip pads made her hips curvy.

Her fragile white hair swayed prettily with the air, and her heels looked even more expensive.

Skylar appeared a minute later, wearing a nylon dress on low heels.

Roselle blinked, laughing.

“You’re really gonna go like that?”

Skylar took off the nylon in front of everyone, revealing her original dress crafted with chains of silver.

It reached the middle of her thighs, and it’s got thin straps. She didn’t need push-up bra. The silver chains in the dress pushed her breasts up naturally, and her delicate neckline carried the dress so hard.

Plus the new haircut, and those long sexy legs.

She set fire on the nylon dress and then continued her walk, the silver dangling and making faint noise.

Roselle stopped talking.

Satan had told the clothing store to bring dresses for them, and she choose before Skylar, so why did she not see Skylar’s dress then?

“I’m right behind you, Skylar!” Rosita intentionally shouted.

“You’re the real deal, Roselle!” Roy added too.

Roselle smiled, entering the car first.

Quincy and Renee came out to the balcony too. Quincy gave Skylar a thumbs up while Renee stayed mute.

Skylar entered the car with Roselle.

It’s a Mercedes S-Class.

She hates cars. She’d always pick her bikes, but she had no choice.

Only Roselle sat at the backseat. Skylar sat in front with the driver.

She smiled as the drive began.

—

Thirty long minutes was what the drive took. Thirty full minutes.

They arrived at the woods, and Skylar wondered what was going on.

What kind of person was her role model? Why would she choose these cold dark woods as her home?

As she came out of the car with Roselle, she couldn’t stop staring at the manor, wondering.

“She’s so strange,” Roselle hissed. “Heard she’s so proud she said other humans don’t deserve to live around her, so she choose this place.”

And instantly, the uniformed stewards stepped out of the manor, smiling radiantly in one direction.

They bowed to Skylar alone.

“Glad to have you here, VVIP.”

Roselle blinked.

Why were they bowing to only Skylar?

—

[Enigma House – El Crow’s Suite]

It’s worse now.

The body ache. The blood-sweat.

The shakiness, sickness and paleness.

It’s unbearable now.

It’s been confirmed that he was poisoned, but Arturo was unable to get a medicine that’d cure the poison.

The witches in the quarters didn’t even know what he was poisoned with in the first place.

No one could decipher it, so he could only lock himself in here and suffer in sickness and brutal pains.

The most amusing part is that as he was sweating blood, there was no blood shortage in his system.

In fact, his blood level stayed normal, so where is the blood he’s sweating coming from? No idea.

Now, it’s not only the blood-sweat. The soul bond was flaring up again. The fucking soul bond.

And right now in his head, he could envision Roselle.

He could see her in a exclusive banquet. He saw it clearly.

He got down from his bed in his bloody white shirt and white pants.

He couldn’t walk straight.

He couldn’t think.

All he’s seeing is blood and Roselle.

He lifted his pillow, picked a handgun and staggered out of the room barefooted in his madness.

At the park, he got in his car and drove off like a lunatic.

Blade was the first to see his car driving off.

He alerted the others.

Bishop and Kent rushed out too.

“Where the fuck is he going like that?” Kent asked breathlessly.

“No idea. Unless we follow.” Blade swallowed.

Castle rushed out too.

“He’s gone?” He panted.

“Senior Castle!” Lovato emerged, clinging to his arm.

“Stop it!” Castle took his arm from her crankily. “El is running mad! This isn’t the time to act like a baby!”

Lovato shifted back, tears gathering in her eyes already.

“You don’t shout at her like that!” Bishop snapped at Castle.

Castle’s eyes flicked.

—

[Marisa Cesar’s Manor]

Roselle still couldn’t stop thinking about the disrespect of the stewards.

They greeted Skylar and not her?

Because she’s a plus-one?

She was fuming as they were led into the hall that’s tucked somewhere inside the weird mansion.

The stewards opened the double doors, and both Skylar and Roselle stopped by the entrance, staring at the settings of the interior.

Orchestras played peaceful instruments of cello and violins and the sax, but the piano was still unplayed. The piano seat is empty.

Marisa herself wasn’t in sight yet.

No single man here.

The guests were all young girls like them. And they’re obviously daughters of rich families, royal blood, billionaire brats, wearing dresses worth millions, carrying careful updos and cocktails.

Some of them even wore different versions of Roselle’s butterfly dress.

Seeing that, Roselle faced Skylar.

“See? Nothing can buy class at all. It’s a natural gift, and if it’s not there, it’s not there. Skylar Vox. Watch how I take your place as the VVIP guest.”

Skylar said nothing.

“Everyone in this city knows Roselle Osborne. Watch how I prove that.” Roselle added arrogantly.

She adjusted herself, and the wealthy girls finally noticed them.

Most of them dropped their cocktail glasses with wide eyes.

They began rushing over to them.

Roselle smiled widely, walking to meet them too, but…

Air left her lungs when they rushed past her like they didn’t see her.

Roselle paused and twisted, looking back to see them surrounding Skylar.

“Hi, Skylar Vox.”

“Hey, you look good in that dress.”

“I’ve always loved your sexy legs.”

“Your matches are my favorite thing to watch on TV.”

“You’re more beautiful in person.”

“I’m lesbian. Can we hook?

Skylar stayed still, receiving the questions and admiration from the rich girls. She smirked hotly.

Her dark eyes found Roselle who looks frozen where she stood.

“You can’t relate, can you?” Skylar mouthed at her with clear ridicule.

TBC